About an hour and a half into an edging session last night (Day 6 of denial) I felt the edge approaching. An orgasm was so close. I rubbed slower, teasing, seeing just how close I could get before I had to pull my hand away from my clit.

And I edged so hard.

I was so close, so needy, that after I pulled my hand away I was scared to even breathe, much less move. My clit throbbed so intensely I wondered if just that would send me into a ruin.

I just lay there, legs spread open, completely still, while my whole body screamed and screamed to cum. Just one more touch. My entire body controlled by a cunt that I didn't want to let cum.

It took forever to subside. I was so scared, every second that I was going to do something and tip over the edge. I know it would have been a horrible ruin, and maybe I would have deserved it for getting THAT close.

When it finally seemed safe, I decided my clit was off limits for the rest of the night. I grabbed my favorite dildo and fucked my cunt with slow, deep thrusts. I can't come that way, but it felt so good. My clit was desperate for attention, which I refused to give, and the ache from it made me wetter.

I'm so desperate right now just thinking about all of it. I want to feel that again, but I'm scared if I get that close to cumming again I'll go over.

I think I need it though. I need it so badly.